“And into the church Saint Oluf trode,
His beautiful hair like the bright gold glow’d.
13.
“But soon, out of breath, there came a man:—
‘Thy brother is sailing off as fast as he can.’
14.
“‘Let them sail, my friend, who to sail may choose,
The word of our Lord we will not lose;—
15.
“‘The mass is the word of our blessed Lord.